* A visitor has gone and I wander the house and yard drained, unable to focus on any of the to-do's glaring at me. Giving up, I plop onto the bed to lie and watch the light flicker through the blue sheet curtains. A variety of blues.
* What's with this tidying and making up of beds in the morning? House Beautiful will not suddenly burst into my home for a photo op.
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